Durin's Diary

Chapter 776 Gu

The moonlight completely illuminated the top of the platform. Durin came to the crucible, looked at the giant that was still working, cast the levitation spell on himself, and then took out several fruits of the world tree from his space.

The power fist squeezed the juice out of these fruits, and they fell into the pot drop by drop.

The dark green liquid began to boil.

Du Lin then transformed back, then cut his wrists, and Zhulong's hot blood fell into the pot, and the dark green liquid began to roll.

After repairing the wound with magic, Du Lin began to try to transform the liquid in the crucible.

Finally, under Durin's gaze, the liquid in the crucible turned into pure milky white liquid, and the steam flowing out made Durin feel a little comfortable - the function of the crucible was finally reversed, and from now on, it would emit steam with therapeutic effects. As long as the crucible did not stop working, the range it could cover would become larger.

After finishing all this, Du Lin jumped onto the battlement of the city wall.

The bright moonlight shone here, and the small bone candle dragon on the wrist squeaked. It coiled on Durin's raised right knee and looked at the city below.

The city was silent after dark, with only a few wisps of smoke, which must be the bakeries working non-stop.

Du Lin lowered the dragon's tail outside the city, supported his body with one hand, and looked at the little soul in his hand.

"Do you remember your name?"

I don’t know. I only know that the anonymous person took me in.

The little guy squeaked and turned his head to Dulin, saying it was a candle dragon, but it was so small that it looked like a small snake.

Thank you for helping me to avenge my sin, my lord.

"I'm asking for a chance to live for the innocent people in this city. Your revenge is just incidental. I'm sorry."

Durin stretched out his finger and tapped its skull.

It’s okay. As long as the hatred is eliminated and Nogel, the chief director of the EU’s Department of Biology, is killed, our mission as a Candle Dragon will be accomplished. We don’t look at the process, we only consider the results, sir.

When the little guy said this, he flew from Dulin's knee to Dulin's wrist.

There are portals opening on the battlements.

Old Liz emerged and looked at the crucible. "You transformed it."

"Yes, I also killed the Withered Demon Lord's body. Its soul has just been restrained by the Nameless Lord. I believe we will be able to find his home."

"This child really makes me happy. You seem to be able to do anything."

"I'm not omnipotent. I just have power in vain. But like those farmers, I have to worry about what will happen before and after my death."

Du Lin said this and pointed into the distance.

"Look at this city. If there weren't such evil happening, everyone would work from dawn to dusk to earn enough to keep themselves fed. The money they earn at the cost of their lives ultimately becomes the income of the actual owners of the factories and workshops. This is exploitation."

Having said that, Du Lin sighed.

"Some people will definitely criticize me, saying that what I said is wrong. The workers don't even have the means of production, so how can we talk about exploitation and being exploited? Then I have to ask, who made these people so poor that they don't even have the means of production? Who made them live such a miserable life? It can't be the workers who get up early and work late every day for more than ten hours and still can't feed their families. It can't be the child laborers who make half of every thousand children die before adulthood."

Having said that, Du Lin asked the mage's hand to light a cigarette for him.

"Old Liz, people shouldn't live like this. Only half of the children can survive to adulthood. This is a purgatory-like scene. Life shouldn't be ravaged like this."

At this point, the cry of an eagle owl reached him from the distance. Du Lin lowered his eyes, gazing at the city below. The moonlight pinned his thin figure to the city wall, while the lights in the city gradually gathered, these tiny lights painting a golden edge on his tiny shadow.

"Whether it's Lublin or the Eastern Territory, it won't be like this under the rule of us grassland elves, child," said old Liz.

"But what about a hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, or maybe one day all the gods disappear, when the powerful and wealthy begin to rule this earth, when the old bishops of the church no longer have the power to benefit the believers?"

As Du Lin spoke, the sorrow in his heart turned into a sigh. "Look at these evil gods. Simply because they were once human, they were corrupted by Chaos into this state. They never considered these beings equal from the beginning. That's why they are so unscrupulous."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Destroy them."

Du Lin answered through gritted teeth.

As he swore his oath, his long tail swayed in the wind and his long horns lit up with golden fire.

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Old Liz looked at the child in front of her. She didn't know that what he said were all maxims, nor did she know that she was on the road to becoming a god. She despised the evil god and instinctively wanted to use her own power to destroy the evil god, but she didn't think that the mortals he helped, the lives he saved, and the fellow travelers guided by his ideas were all contributing insignificant power of faith to his promotion.

There are real gods in this land, and the child naively thought that what he did was just what he should do as a human being.

But no one would have thought that such pure young people on this land would eventually embark on the path to becoming gods.

No one is immune.

In any case, this is a good thing. At least, the child in front of her is much stronger than her indecisive old woman.

As she sighed, she saw the young man stretch out his hand, and an eagle owl landed on her hand.

He listened to his familiar coo a few times before releasing it.

He stood up and said, "Madam, our people found more poisoning utensils in the hidden river."

Then he opened the transmission channel: "Let's go."

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Wellington found two more jars, which was bad news.

The good news is that these guys seem to have discovered some kind of logistics warehouse, so the second can they found was labeled 'Turkey Bolognese - Pre-Made'.

· Damn, turkey meat paste. I am not discriminating against white people, but this kind of meat is so bad that our ancestors would not eat it. They thought of beating the meat into meat paste and making it into pre-prepared dishes.

Daju was very confused about this.

"That's normal, brother. Your era was obviously very rich in resources, but here in the olden times, this kind of meat paste was used to feed carnivorous beastmen."

Eleven's answer made Daju silent for a long time. Finally, he made an exclamation that was unique to the University of Tokyo.

·Your EU research team is really born out of thin air. You even make this kind of thing into pre-prepared meals to feed the experimental subjects. You don’t treat the orcs as human beings at all, right?

Of course it is true for them. Would you consider mice as your own kind?

Eleven has a strong argument for this.

(End of this chapter)